The gold-robed servant who is normally seen to be standing near Quill glides forward as his employer reaches for the bowl of oats, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"Sir, should you wish it, I can, of course, fetch you your own unpleasant bowl of gruel--though if you will take my advise, I have heard that this establishment is known for its slumgullian, and though I shouldn't take that as a strong recommendation, it may be a step above the other fare." He does not seem to glance at the other patrons.
Faydin looked around the table as it slowly filled up he sighed, he'd have to finish up experimenting and studying later. He blew out his candles and placed them in a rather small, stuffed looking leather satchel, next he scooped up the crystals and placed them back in an orange pouch that hung from his waist, and finally roled up the scroll.
After listening to what his companions were uttering, the young elf placed his hands together and pondered for a moment then said, "I think this will be interesting, I've never set foot outside Doro Yedhel and I'm hoping that anything we can find will help spur those who live within Doro Yedhel to waken to the threats that still linger out side their borders," The elvish magician added in elvish,"Yfea enman al." spirits bless this.
Faydin then looked around for a servant hoping to get some sort of fruit before any more conversation continued.
Quill pauses at his servant's suggestion, and nods slowly. "Of course," he says softly. "Perhaps I shall indulge, then. Would you fetch it for me?"
He looks at Hadrian again and shrugs. "I am...loathe to see things go to waste. 'Perish waste or perish of want,' as the aphorism goes. But to answer your question, I shall indeed be serving Sir Reginald in the capacity of healer, and such is his generosity that he has seen fit to compensate me monetarily for my services. Yet I must admit I do have some vested interest in traversing Halgudar, and it is to my obvious advantage to do so in the company of numbers." Quill nods at the runed greatsword across Salaris's lap, and adds, "Armed numbers. I have had the misfortune of being in that benighted countryside before."
At Hadrian's invitation, Quill glances about him and spots an empty stool at a neighboring table which he drags over and sits upon near the mercenary and the Elven wizard. After listening to Hadrian and Tilly discuss their nightmares, Quill says, "If one as simple as I may offer a suggestion, I have heard that ill dreams may sometimes offer omens. Some say that the gods themselves may give prophecies or warnings to mortals by such means. My servant possesses some modicum of skill in the divinatory arts, if you should wish to consult him."
Antillia hasn't far to go before the tall slender teenager appears on the stairs. Dressed all in fashionable black, and with a veiled high-crown hat on, Scar trudged down for her breakfast. The girl perks at the mention of divination and says, "That sounds cool. I wanna see."
Quill's servant glides back in, bearing a trencher steaming with some mixture of eggs, meat, and various vegetables and spices. He glances at the others, then sets the tray before Quill, depositing with his other hand a narrow brass flute of wine. "It would appear to be edible, sir," he says, bowing slightly.
Then he straightens to examine the others, especially the girl descending the stairs, taking in the whole of the busy tavern. He turns back to Quill.
"Of course, I should have great delight to do as you command, sir, and should be more than pleased to cast the fortunes of these... good folk. However, I am wondering if now is precisely the time, and if this wayhouse is precisely the place for such things? Perhaps, sir, when we are upon the road, distant from these distractions, and less pressed to make preparation..." He smiles thinly at the group.
Hadrian can't help but smile in unrestrained amusement at Quill's servant Keystone as he looks back and forth at the pair of polite travelers. While continuing to trade looks between them, he addresses Quill, "Been traveling together long the two of you? I ask because you mentioned having been to Halgudar before, and for some reason...and I can't figure out why...it strikes me that Keystone here hasn't been much for the on-the-road life." And here, Hadrian turns his attention to Keystone himself. "You, my good sir," he says, "are in for a treat. I promise you. Nothing but 'good folk' in Halgudar. Though the food..." Hadrian shrugs, "...not as good as this place. But with enough ale, it goes down just fine."
"Are you from Halgudar, Quill?" asks Hadrian, "Family there, maybe? I can't imagine what interests could vest a man more."
Quill's expression falters for a moment, as if a shadow had fallen across his features, but he quickly regains his quietly amiable demeanor. "Family does indeed play a role in my motives, friend Hadrian, though it is my hope that they are not within the borders of that war-torn land. We hail from further east than that, but it was by necessity that Keystone and I conceded to traverse Halgudar the first time." He gestures back toward his servant as the gold-robed man clears away the discarded bowl of gruel. "Oh, do not mistake his manners as a sign of weakness. Keystone is a hardy fellow, and surprisingly resourceful."
The healer stirs the steaming food on his trencher with a spoon. "When first I learned of the dire situation that Sir Reginald was addressing, I thought that perhaps my experiences in Halgudar, though limited, might make me of some benefit to him. I am largely...apolitical, but I am not deaf to pity or compassion."
He raises a spoon of slumgullian to his lips, but pauses as he remembers the other matter at hand. With an apologetic look to the newly-arrived teen, he says, "Keystone speaks truly. Matters of divination require a degree of concentration and...er, a certain atmospheric quality that is not the specialty of this worthy establishment. Perhaps once we are underway, a reading might be arranged. It is better to consider such matters under the wheeling stars and celestial wanderers, to be certain."
"Sir, should you wish it, I can, of course, fetch you your own unpleasant bowl of gruel--though if you will take my advise, I have heard that this establishment is known for its slumgullian, and though I shouldn't take that as a strong recommendation, it may be a step above the other fare." He does not seem to glance at the other patrons.
Faydin looked around the table as it slowly filled up he sighed, he'd have to finish up experimenting and studying later. He blew out his candles and placed them in a rather small, stuffed looking leather satchel, next he scooped up the crystals and placed them back in an orange pouch that hung from his waist, and finally roled up the scroll.
After listening to what his companions were uttering, the young elf placed his hands together and pondered for a moment then said, "I think this will be interesting, I've never set foot outside Doro Yedhel and I'm hoping that anything we can find will help spur those who live within Doro Yedhel to waken to the threats that still linger out side their borders," The elvish magician added in elvish,"Yfea enman al." spirits bless this.
Faydin then looked around for a servant hoping to get some sort of fruit before any more conversation continued.
Quill pauses at his servant's suggestion, and nods slowly. "Of course," he says softly. "Perhaps I shall indulge, then. Would you fetch it for me?"
He looks at Hadrian again and shrugs. "I am...loathe to see things go to waste. 'Perish waste or perish of want,' as the aphorism goes. But to answer your question, I shall indeed be serving Sir Reginald in the capacity of healer, and such is his generosity that he has seen fit to compensate me monetarily for my services. Yet I must admit I do have some vested interest in traversing Halgudar, and it is to my obvious advantage to do so in the company of numbers." Quill nods at the runed greatsword across Salaris's lap, and adds, "Armed numbers. I have had the misfortune of being in that benighted countryside before."
At Hadrian's invitation, Quill glances about him and spots an empty stool at a neighboring table which he drags over and sits upon near the mercenary and the Elven wizard. After listening to Hadrian and Tilly discuss their nightmares, Quill says, "If one as simple as I may offer a suggestion, I have heard that ill dreams may sometimes offer omens. Some say that the gods themselves may give prophecies or warnings to mortals by such means. My servant possesses some modicum of skill in the divinatory arts, if you should wish to consult him."
Antillia hasn't far to go before the tall slender teenager appears on the stairs. Dressed all in fashionable black, and with a veiled high-crown hat on, Scar trudged down for her breakfast. The girl perks at the mention of divination and says, "That sounds cool. I wanna see."
Quill's servant glides back in, bearing a trencher steaming with some mixture of eggs, meat, and various vegetables and spices. He glances at the others, then sets the tray before Quill, depositing with his other hand a narrow brass flute of wine. "It would appear to be edible, sir," he says, bowing slightly.
Then he straightens to examine the others, especially the girl descending the stairs, taking in the whole of the busy tavern. He turns back to Quill.
"Of course, I should have great delight to do as you command, sir, and should be more than pleased to cast the fortunes of these... good folk. However, I am wondering if now is precisely the time, and if this wayhouse is precisely the place for such things? Perhaps, sir, when we are upon the road, distant from these distractions, and less pressed to make preparation..." He smiles thinly at the group.
Hadrian can't help but smile in unrestrained amusement at Quill's servant Keystone as he looks back and forth at the pair of polite travelers. While continuing to trade looks between them, he addresses Quill, "Been traveling together long the two of you? I ask because you mentioned having been to Halgudar before, and for some reason...and I can't figure out why...it strikes me that Keystone here hasn't been much for the on-the-road life." And here, Hadrian turns his attention to Keystone himself. "You, my good sir," he says, "are in for a treat. I promise you. Nothing but 'good folk' in Halgudar. Though the food..." Hadrian shrugs, "...not as good as this place. But with enough ale, it goes down just fine."
"Are you from Halgudar, Quill?" asks Hadrian, "Family there, maybe? I can't imagine what interests could vest a man more."
Quill's expression falters for a moment, as if a shadow had fallen across his features, but he quickly regains his quietly amiable demeanor. "Family does indeed play a role in my motives, friend Hadrian, though it is my hope that they are not within the borders of that war-torn land. We hail from further east than that, but it was by necessity that Keystone and I conceded to traverse Halgudar the first time." He gestures back toward his servant as the gold-robed man clears away the discarded bowl of gruel. "Oh, do not mistake his manners as a sign of weakness. Keystone is a hardy fellow, and surprisingly resourceful."
The healer stirs the steaming food on his trencher with a spoon. "When first I learned of the dire situation that Sir Reginald was addressing, I thought that perhaps my experiences in Halgudar, though limited, might make me of some benefit to him. I am largely...apolitical, but I am not deaf to pity or compassion."
He raises a spoon of slumgullian to his lips, but pauses as he remembers the other matter at hand. With an apologetic look to the newly-arrived teen, he says, "Keystone speaks truly. Matters of divination require a degree of concentration and...er, a certain atmospheric quality that is not the specialty of this worthy establishment. Perhaps once we are underway, a reading might be arranged. It is better to consider such matters under the wheeling stars and celestial wanderers, to be certain."
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